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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Urselle,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.