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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.