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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Crime to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.