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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Nico,
Main Source,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.