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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Black Moon,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.