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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Swans to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.