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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.