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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.