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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.