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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Erasure,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.