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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Index,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.