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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.