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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.