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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Scientists to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.