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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.