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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.