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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.