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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Visage,
Wings,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.