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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.