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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.