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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.