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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.