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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.