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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.