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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.