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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.