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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.