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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Index,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.