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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Rakim,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.