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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
UT,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.