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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.