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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.