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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.