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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.