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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.