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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.