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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.