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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.