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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.