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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
AZ,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.