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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Audionom,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.