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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
AZ,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.