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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.