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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.