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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.