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 Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.