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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.