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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.