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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.