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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.