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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Model 500,
DNA,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.