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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.