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 Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Names,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.