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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.