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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
ABC,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.