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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.