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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.