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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.