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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.