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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.