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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.