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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Wings,
Index,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.