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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.