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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 John Lydon 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.