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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.