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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.