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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.