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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.