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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.