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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.