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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.