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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.