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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
the Association,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.