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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.