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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.