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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.