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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.