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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
the Germs,
Wire,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.