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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.