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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.