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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.