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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.