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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.