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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.