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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.