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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.