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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.