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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.