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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.