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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.