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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Negative Approach 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.