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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.