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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.