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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.