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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.