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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.