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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
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.