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 Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.