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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Can,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.