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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.