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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Gong,
Nico,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.