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 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.