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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.