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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.