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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.