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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.