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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.