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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.