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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.