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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.