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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.