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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
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.