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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s 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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Swans,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.