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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Gong,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.