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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Echospace 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.