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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Index,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.