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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.