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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.