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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.