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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.