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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.