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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wings to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.