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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.