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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.