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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.