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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.