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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.