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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.