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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.