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 Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.