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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Fear,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.