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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.