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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
UT,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.