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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.