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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.