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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
X-102,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.