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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.