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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.