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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Can,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.