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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.