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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.