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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.