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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Monks,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.