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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.