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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.