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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
World's Most,
X-102,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.