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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.