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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.