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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.