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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.