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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Scion,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.