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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.