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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.