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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
The Index,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.