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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.