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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.