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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.