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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
JFA,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.