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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.