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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Magma,
the Germs,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.