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 United States and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.