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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.