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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.