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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.