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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.