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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.