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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.