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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.