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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.