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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Can,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.