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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.