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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Aswad,
ABC,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.