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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.