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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
UT,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.