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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.