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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.