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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Gong,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.