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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.