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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.