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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.