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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.