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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.