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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.