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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.