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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Ossler,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.