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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.