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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.