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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.