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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Niagra,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.