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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.