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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.