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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.