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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.