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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.