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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.