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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.