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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.