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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.