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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.