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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.