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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.