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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.