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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.