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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.