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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
MDC,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.