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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.