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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.