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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.