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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.