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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Can,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.