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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.