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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Fear,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
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.