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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.