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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.