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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Magazine,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Index,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.