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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
the Association,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.