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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.