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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Wire,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.