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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.