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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Franke,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.