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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.