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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.