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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.