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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.