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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Wings,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.