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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.