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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.