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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.