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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
UT,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.