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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.