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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.