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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.