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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.