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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.