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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.