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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.