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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.