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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.