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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.