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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.