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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.