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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.