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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.