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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.