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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.