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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Pylon,
Television,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.