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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.