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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.