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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.