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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.