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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.