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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.