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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.