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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.