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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.