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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.