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 France and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.