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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Can,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.