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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.