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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.