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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.