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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
JFA,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.