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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.