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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.