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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.