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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.