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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.