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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.