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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.