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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.