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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.