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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.