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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.