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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
MDC,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.