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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
MDC,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.