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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.