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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Black Moon 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.