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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.