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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.