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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.