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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Skaos,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.