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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.