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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.