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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.