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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
UT,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.