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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.