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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
10cc,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Q65,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.