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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Slits,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.