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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.