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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman 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 techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.