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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Cluster,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.