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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.