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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.