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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.