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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.