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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.