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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.