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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.