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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.