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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.