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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.