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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.