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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Section 25,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.