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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.