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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.