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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.