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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Brick,
Shoche,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.