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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.