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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.