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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.