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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.