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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.