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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.