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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Can,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.