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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.