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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.