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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.