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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.