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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Organ,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.