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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.