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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.