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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.