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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.