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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.