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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Slave,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.