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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.