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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.