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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.