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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.