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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.