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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.