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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.