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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.