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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.