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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Television,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.