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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.