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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.