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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.