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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.