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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.