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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.