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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.