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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.