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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.