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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.