Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.