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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.