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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.