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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.