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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Television,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.