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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.