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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.