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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.