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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.