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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.