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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Agent Orange 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.