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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.