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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.