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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.