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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.