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 Norway and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.