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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.