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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.