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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.