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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Japan,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.