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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.