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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.