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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Saints,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.