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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.