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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Crime,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.