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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.