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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.