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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.