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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Names,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.