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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.