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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.