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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.