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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Monks,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.