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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.