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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.