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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.