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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.