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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.