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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.