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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.