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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.