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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Can,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.