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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
AZ,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.