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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.