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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.