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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
UT,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.