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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.