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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.