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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.