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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.