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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.