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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.