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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Move,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Q65,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.