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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.