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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.