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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.