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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.