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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.