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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Can,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.