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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
New Order,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.