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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.