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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.