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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
10cc,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.