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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.