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 France and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.