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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.