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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.