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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.