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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.