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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.