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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.