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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.