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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.