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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.