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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.