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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.