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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Germs to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.