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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
UT,
Ituana,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.