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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Faust,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.