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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.