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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.