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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 guitar 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.