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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.