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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.