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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.