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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Brass Construction,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.