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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.