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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.