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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.