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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.