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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.