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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.