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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.