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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.