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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Scion,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.