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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.