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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fear,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.