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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.