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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.