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 Guyana and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Japan,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.