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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.