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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.