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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.