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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.