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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.