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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
cv313,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
10cc,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.