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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.