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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.