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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.