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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.