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 Suriname and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.