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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
PIL,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.