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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.