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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Franke,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.