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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.