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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.