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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.