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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.