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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.