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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Slits,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.