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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.