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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.