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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.