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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Index,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.