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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.