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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Monks,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Monks,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.