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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.