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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.