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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Slits,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.