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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.