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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.