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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Q65,
Flipper,
UT,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.