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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.