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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.