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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.