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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.