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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.