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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Flag 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?
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Mars,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.