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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.