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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Monks,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.