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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.