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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.