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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.