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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.