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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.