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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.