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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
DNA,
Japan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.