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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.