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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.