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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.