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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.