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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Index,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.