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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.