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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.