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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.