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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.