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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Can,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.