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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.