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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monks 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Q65,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.