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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.