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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.