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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.