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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.