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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.