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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Pole,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.