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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.