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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.